1. |
The Tally
03:49
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Coming into being more and never feeling bored
Not forlorn but self assured and
Nothing not seen for lack of light
I'll put it off til then
I'll start on the first
What's the use in trying if the effort
won't amount to a month's worth?
But what else will afford me the chance
To say relax, I've done this stuff for years.
Never better, until you ask again,
Looking for the right place,
The right time to arrive, like I planned
Jigsaw glue, I'm coming after you.
Mighty as the flab
Swinging like a bassinet
Weak like their dying cries
Sweet and sour, surely drawing flies
Anytime I might succeed
Hands pull the wool
Fingers do the counting
Tally up the errors that define me
There's no chance
I can't relax, just how'd I make it here?
I'm defeated
Please don't ask again
Don't wanna see your face
Don't wanna shake your hand
Jigsaw glue, I'm coming after you.
Gone full
On high off the
Hog no need to
Decide or try
To see the light
Through the fog
Just waste away.
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2. |
The Lotto
02:12
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A joke at my expense
I'll look back and laugh, but I haven't yet
Waiting
Anticipating
My sworn enemy
My favorite foe
I look in your eyes
I'm beating up myself
Bodies in the rubble
I thought I said to stay out of trouble
Take every dare but never
Take a chance
Match of the century
Get in the ring
Bite the guard
Take a swing
A hit or a miss
It's mine
You've clowned me for the last time
The button you press
Went out of order
I forget how flawed
The dealers of insults and snide
Remarks remain in the face
Of their own reflection
I won't let my umbrage show
A dull knife won't draw any blood
Be nice, I might divvy the pot
In due time I'll hit the lotto and
Crown myself king
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3. |
A Cold One
04:02
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Fire in the hole
Frozen in the cube
Contestant on the show
Hope you're enjoying the view
One day we might share a cave
Bloodbath or a tidal wave
Warriors come out and play
Take your weapon of choice
We consult the screen
But we can't swipe left in hell
Yeah, you know what I mean
Career cutter of thread
Eat, drink, divide
Leave them for dead
I said NO
I can't breathe
I need a cold one
Terrible, so terrible
Something to get me through
Tonight's top story sure to make me sick
Green light my self abuse
Opponents here are endless
We differ more than we beg
Well maybe that's not quite what I meant
Round them up, then come collect
More options than you could want
More than any two eyes could watch
Unwrap your free gift
You're left holding a dud
We consult the screen
But we can't finance our fate
Or get out of jail free
We have debts to repay
In one lump sum
With nowhere to run
Sharp bone stuck
You better bless my throat
I'm choking on the news feed
The shoulder gave me rest
Alpha signal entrance
Vultures on patrol
To a path that led to the pool
Stuck between the two--
One was minuscule
The other was huge
I hoped somewhere in the middle
I'd finally see you.
In the eye of an invalid,
Creepy, crawling on the crust
In the corner
Will it get wiped out?
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4. |
A Foot
03:53
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From a blow
Delivered, a crack in his skull
A sounding alarm
Loud and distinct is the call
Treble and hiss
Piercing cognition
A terrible turn
To his condition
No hope
No words or vision
A fantasy world
A fantastic mission
Dangling, jaws
Snap at his kicks in mid-air
Losing his grip
On what doesn't exist.
In the shell,
Is the child: half-aware
A husk of the brute
Stripped of his youth
Raised as a mute
Defaulting to fool
As he grew
Stepped in a pool
Full of wine and piss
It doesn't tear me up like I want
But I never thought it would get to me like it did.
A foot is kicking through
A jagged window view
A healing hand of trust
A transformation.
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5. |
The Soup And Its Mass
04:27
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No chance to finish
Standing in wet cement
It's good to know your limits
I could have made it if
Anything was done by
Laying down
Swim
A broken-armed breast stroke
Boil rolling
Gold medallion
I'm back in the soup
Going deaf but
Mostly dumb
Beat my brain for the income
I require silence to
Help me clean my slate?
Life-like
Crypt-like
Glorified in the LED light
Swim
A broken-armed breast stroke
Barely breathing
From beneath they're pulling me
Down
A place for everyone to go
A name for everything you know
A tidy ending to a dirty game show
Confidence affords an agency
A mansion made of flesh
Lush and furnished
Range-equipped and
Everything that fits
Send out your passenger
Reveal the stowaway
Encumbered with luggage
Its mass weighs me
Down
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6. |
The Abomination
05:22
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I'm standing in a puddle of ketchup
Holding a rubber knife
Starting--
I'm starting to cry,
Starting to shriek
When I learn of my wage for the week.
I--
I get to see if he's clean and
I make sure he's fed and watered
If--
And if I turn my back and let him fall,
He'll turn up dead.
I'm desperate to make amends and
Justify myself for everything I thought and felt
Because when I wake,
I'll be pinned
Underneath the ceiling or
What I used to think was what
Protected me
A sacrament in the pool may look good
But is of no actual use
And it's not a tail between
Just an open valve and the death of me.
Didn't care enough for you or myself
Despite some privilege to wash the feet of some
Gurgling abomination,
So beautiful
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7. |
The Eternal Contest
04:02
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I wanna live in a hole
I like this room
I don't want any needs
I like these walls and
I feel so relieved
I don't have to show up
I don't have to meet you
No appearance
No more feelings of dread
No fumbling with that interface again
I'm through
Just a dreamy blank screen
A base desire runs my train of thought
Obsessing over
What to taste
What to touch
Thought I could burrow and
Seek no company
I'm realizing
I don't know what I want
I'm always empty and
I'm never filling up
There is no cure
Only what I couldn't curb or
Know for sure
A broadcasted smile will suffice
Go fishing in the stream
For my plight
Gonna look it in the face and
Ask for the correct time
It got buried in a
Pile of wet leaves
So if you run into me later on
Don't remind me of
What we were doing
Because I'm way better off now
Labor late to solve and
Proceed to improve
Ego lost in the waves
Undulation
In a pattern
Hear the violin strings
In all matter
All creation
Ego lost in the waves
Undulation
In a pattern
Win or lose
The eternal contest
Opposition so strong but
There's no way out.
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8. |
Pippins
04:16
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Disguise the fact that you're a weakling
The scabs look good on your legs
A dark tunnel through the onslaught
I haven't seen light for days
Delays always, but never dust
It's powdered fine on the sill
The dirty laundry piled up
Buried my ambition and will
Look so pathetic with a bee sting on my tongue
Far-flung shame of the
More foolish version from
Another dimension
And to think what flag or anything else that we might have raised
Surely tall, and dark and dumb
Content in the second row
Wear shoes with an open toe
Weather fads and photos,
Hot air and hair-dos
Get by on sheer charisma
Toss it in and let the cycle begin
A meager coin as garnish,
It's oh, so simple my friend.
Full-color pageant
A mouth full of sugar
The modest fame
Of the put-together version from another dimension
And to think how proud of any one thing of scene that we made
We were loved and wanted and belonged.
Made of sound and bland nostalgia that you can
Take or leave
Filling in a hole with a dent and dig
Discount dream
When it's flashing will this minimize
The wincing and
The blushing
As I'm turning blue
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9. |
A Luxurious Crypt
05:26
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Low card
No card
You win
Declare war on myself again
No trick
No illusion
A perfect mess
A snail's pace, elastic waist
Stay awake, sleep in late
Nothing left to take the place
Of what I hate
Won't fight or hurt a fly if I could
A palm swats a mosquito full of blood
A vampire skims the surface of a lake
That's my running mate
Sing one, scream one
Spring back up
Pry off the clamps keeping it shut
Visualize have faith in something
I know I want
I don't yearn for frigid air wafting through
A luxurious crypt
Thirst always quenched and belly always full
Comatose or content
I want to celebrate remaining days
Feel like I'm connected
Could I be honest with myself, if just this once
Before I turn to dust
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Inny Portland, Oregon
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Brody M: guitar, vocals
Dan O'Hara: bass guitar
Tuviya Edelhart: drums
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